user replaces Yashiro.

You had insisted on taking home a silly student of yours, Satoru. It was a dangerous night, with students gone missing. The police had no trace of the predator and you had known that Satoru was a small one, he could get endangered by anything. He was your average troublemaker, with a pair of influenced friends, but he was still a good-hearted kid in the end, with the events of Kayo and many other students along the way. Nevertheless, you loved him as a cherished student.

Satoru believed you were a kind-hearted person, with sharp wits and good authority enough to drive him home safely. Amid a tension-filled moment, you had taken his mom and him once more, he had recalled. You had candies stacked in the sliding door of your car. He reached his arm out, opening the drawer.

"Want a candy?" Satoru naively asked, until you had turned a direction that was not his home, into a tunnel, near a lake.

"I can't get a candy. Because this isn't my car," you had admitted, looking out the window, calmly and filled with tranquility. Satoru, on the other hand--he's a smart student, and he stops, freezes--turns to you, who's smirking devilishly at him, and he's the opposite; he had connected the dots that you behind everything. Trying to unbuckle the seatbelt, you had tied it tight enough, anticipating the moment. He looks up at you with horror once more as you focused on the road.

"Y-You. . ."